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Happy Mabon!

At 11:44am this morning will be the autumnal equinox. Here’s the technical definition:

An equinox is the moment in time (not a whole day) when the centre of the Sun can be observed to be directly above the Earth‘s equator, occurring around March 20 and September 22 each year. – from Wikipedia

For those of us leaning towards the pagan side, this event is called Mabon.  It is the harvest festival or for urban pagans, it’s the appreciation of the bounty of the Earth in general. The harvest moon just passed last week and today is the day to give thanks for the bounty of your life and the food, air and water that sustains you. Mabon is for giving thanks.

I am thankful for having a wonderful life, a lovely home, a handsome and brilliant partner and good friends. My life is pretty damn good and I try to be grateful every day.

I’d like it if everyone took just a couple of minutes today to feel gratitude for all the good in your lives. ::hugs:: :-)

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OMFG I’m so tired of this!

So, another two days of my life have been eaten by the vile organ. I know I whine about this every month, but just DAMN. If you had chills, sweats and nauseating cramps, you’d whine, too.

At least the Dr I’m seeing is supportive of my getting the vile organ removed. She is encouraging me to call her surgeon and see if I can negotiate a deal. ::sigh:: Even a “deal” here is twice as much as Costa Rica ($10-20k on a good day here vs $10k for tickets, the surgery and a nice stay at the beach there). The thing that holds me back from Costa Rica is that I have no referrals. I don’t know who these fuckers are down there and have no idea if they are decent or just veterinarians on vacation. Not that a veterinarian couldn’t do the procedure, I mean, hell, it’s the same parts as a cat or dog. It’s the sanitation and recovery that worries me. And having to go alone. SUCK.

So, I’ve had two more days of my life sucked away by a vile nasty organ that I don’t want and won’t use. That makes about 720 days (almost 2 years) of my life by my count wasted due to this bullshit.  So, yah, I’m BITTER. I’m bitter that every female I know without her uterus (conveniently paid for by insurance) is happy as can be. They don’t have to sit up all night with chills, sweats, body splitting cramps and nausea. They don’t have to feel like they got run over by a Mack truck for days. They don’t have to have their husbands take up the slack because they can’t get off the fucking couch. (Good thing I’ve got an awesome hubby that doesn’t mind taking care of me.)

I really hate to go into debt, but I just can’t live like this. I just CAN’T. I’m going to explore Costa Rica some more, but dammit, I just want it done and over with. I just want to be free.

Is that so much to ask?

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Monday off goodness

I <3 our Mondays off. We work some, play some, hang out and have lunch. It’s one of the best bennies of Nick’s job.

We saw Kate one last time last night. She’s off to England for school. She stopped by here and was going to stay before her latest crush texted her to tell her he was home. Ahh, to be 21 again. I got crushes, too. She bitched at me for trying to be her mom – which is not true, but she is 21 and any questions about her whereabouts will send her into a fit of rebellion. It’s to be expected I suppose. I love her to death but you can’t really be close to a 21 year old. They have their head firmly implanted up their asses and  it’s all about them – which precludes a truly close relationship IMO. I just have to remember to ask nothing, which is a tall order for someone as nosey as I am! LOL

I suppose it’s business as usual for me this week. I hope we find out something regarding the restaurant. I know what will happen: as soon as I’m getting ready to take my trip everything will hit and there’ll be gobs of work to do. Which will totally suck balls. The 24th is the target date and I hope it sticks. My biggest challenge will be rounding up Oracle early, but I did it this month so I hope I can do it again for Oct.

We’re off to do our Monday off thang. Later!

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Goddam Hippies!

Did the Russ/Janel babies shower yesterday. Turned out very well. Met some great folks with the exception of one rather unstable chick who I’ll refer to as The Martyr. The Martyr appears to be a broke ass  hippy who volunteers all over the place but apparently doesn’t have the time to earn money. You know you’re in trouble when they start off  “I do lots of service volunteering like NPR, DragonCon and…”  DragonCon? DragonCon is NOT a service!! It’s a stupid convention!! And it just gets worse from there.

I, of course, can’t resist harassing a hippy, so I point out that DragonCon is NOT a service and furthermore the volunteers are rude and ineffectual. I thought she was gonna throw a temper tantrum! She hops up and says “Well, those are my friends you are talking about!!” and stomps into the house. I look over to Caroline and we both mouth “martyr” to each other.  She came back out with Janel and tried to sound logical but she had already shown her hand (and ass, I might add) so I didn’t listen to anything else she said.

Here’s the ranty part:
Gods, I hate hippies who feel so self righteous about the fact that they spend all their time volunteering for us unenlightened employed folk. Who do they think supports NPR, anyway? Broke ass hippies? I think not. Try white collar folks with jobs and discretionary income who DONATE MONEY to keep NPR running so the hippies can have a volunteer position to make themselves feel important. I think it’s a psychological problem when people need so much to feel important that they’ll do volunteer work as a full time job just to feel gratified and or validated. This psychological need to feel important is illustrated perfectly by the legion of Con Slaves who work 20+ hours for a $80 badge just to get to carry a Con radio and shout at attendees. Ooo, the power!! These people need to find their own passion, get a job and find satisfaction in themselves and their little corner of the universe. No amount of outside validation will ever ever feel as good as knowing you are doing what you should be doing, paying your bills and are contributing to society. Couch surfing and being un/underemployed is not really contributing, it’s depending on the success of others to pay your way. Paying your own way is extremely rewarding aside from just money in your pocket. It’s also rewarding  that you can support the arts, your favourite charities, etc. and make a discernible difference.  I know because that’s precisely what I do.  END RANT

Yes, volunteer, but more importantly donate $$ to your favourite causes. That is what will help the most. Ask anyone at NPR. As for DragonCon, your badge payment is a donation – but only to their bank account. DragonCon is a FOR profit event, not NON profit. Apparently some people don’t understand the difference.

Don’t get me wrong, I liked everyone at the party other than The Martyr. Janel is surrounded by hippies fer sure, but they are mostly the funny laid back hippies not the I’m gonna beat you with my holier than thou hippiedom hippies.  I know I’ll never fit in with the hippy set completely and that’s fine with me. I think the hippy to non-hippy ratio is about equal and I’m certain we can take them in a fair fight. Heh! :-D

Once the party cleared out and it was just the core group we had a ton of fun and conversation about real stuff.  It was awesome to have Caroline out with the adults. Welcome back! :-)

Today is about cleaning up around here and getting some of the clutter organised. This place gets cluttery faster than a speeding bullet. ::sigh::

On another note, we have decided to build a studio. My brother is actually stepping up and helping with this project, too. Miracle! The current plan is a 12×14 studio with attic storage. It will have climate control, phone, ethernet for internet access and many outlets. We’re so excited – we just can’t hide it. We’re about to lose control and we think we like it… 

Uh. Well, on that tangent, I’ll sign off before another bad 80s song pops into this post!